Page 128 of Psycho Pack

She is everything good and pure in the world.

The only spot of light in a dark world.

But he is my brother.

Same lab.

Same blood.

Reach over.

Pat his white hair awkwardly.

Don't know why.

And don't know how to be gentle.

Might be too rough.

Just seems right.

He blinks up at me in surprise.

Then grins that knife-sharp grin.

But it's softer now.

More real.

"Are you...pettingme?" he asks.

Shrug.

Keep doing it.

His hair is soft.

Like snow.

He leans into my hand.

Thane watches us from across the room.

Giving me a strange look.

Know why.

The cave.

He's been acting strange since.

Sign to him with my free hand.

Keep petting Valek with the other.

What do you think of this place?

"It's too perfect," Thane mutters. "Like a trap made of spun sugar."